You asked if I was unbreakable,
Because of all the tears you'd never seen me cry.
But you'll never understand how wrong those words were until tonight.
The twisted shadows that hid what truly held me.
Maybe you should have asked why you never had seen me cry.
Maybe you would have seen the broken glass that had cut me.
Maybe you would have seen the demons fingerprints left on my neck choking.
Maybe you would have lit the dying fire in my eyes,
and instead ask how long I'd been broken.
M.A.A
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